Chapter 41 - The Soap Opera
Emily's POV
Groaning, I start to slowly open my eyes, afraid of what I will see once I do. Blinding lights and a splitting headache, that's what greeted me once I managed to finally pry my eyelids open.
Unlike the last time I got drunk out of my mind, the events of last night come crashing over me like a tidal wave, and I soon notice I am in Thomas' bedroom, but slightly unsure of how I got here. I do remember everything in painstaking detail until Franco jumped in and took Lucy away before she did damage that not even the best plastic surgeon in Paris can fix, on Brigitte's face. After that point, I got nothing, but what is it with me and coming into my boss' room every time I have a few too many drinks?
I can feel the comfort of the cotton sheets on my ba
